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POEMS

BY

WALTER R. CASSELS

LONDON

1856

CONTENTS.

MABELHEBESPRINGTHE BITTERNGONEBEATRICE DI TENDASERENADETHE EAGLEWHITHER?THE MORNING STARTHE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINSTHE DARK RIVERWYTHAM WOODSTHE STAR IN THE EASTUNDER THE SEAWINDA CHALLENGEAT PARTINGA WITHERED ROSE-BUDDE PROFUNDISTHE MOTHERSONNET—DATUR HORA QUIETISEA MARGINSSONG—"LOVE TOOK ME SOFTLY BY THE HAND"THE BELLLLEWELLYNA SHELLTHE RAVENSONNETS ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTONTHE PASSAGE-BIRDSMEMNONA CONCEITTHE LAND'S ENDTHE OLDEN TIMEFATHER AND SONORIONTHE GOLDEN WATERYEARS AGOVULCANSONG—"THE DAYS ARE PAST"GUY OF WARWICKAT EVENTIDEA DIRGETO MY DREAM-LOVEA NIGHT SCENESONNET—"O CLOUD SO GOLDEN"FLOATING DOWN THE RIVERORPHEUSTHE SCULPTOR

M A B E L,
A Sketch.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

     ORAN, a Speculative Philosopher.
     MABEL, his Wife.
     HER FATHER.
     MAURICE, }
     ROGER, } her brothers.

MABEL.

SCENE I—A Study. Books, pictures, and sculptureabout the room, interspersed with chemical and otherinstruments, globes, &c.; a singular blending of sciencewith art, indicating a delicate and speculative organizationin the arranger.

ORAN, MAURICE, and ROGER.

ORAN.

Well, well! and so ye deem I love her not,
Ye and the world that love so passing well?—
That still I trifle with her bright young life,
As the wind plays with some frail water-bell,
Wafting it wantonly about the sky,
Till at some harsher breath it breaks and dies?

MAURICE.

Nay, not thus far would our reflections go.
Friendship paints not with the foul brush of Conscience!
But thou, a man of dark and mystic aims,
Tracking out Science through forbidden ways,
Leaving the light and trodden paths to grope
'Mid fearful speculations and wild dreams,
May'st hunt thy Will-o'-the-wisp until thou lead'st
Our sister, all unwitting, to her death.

ROGER.

That shalt thou answer unto us. Thy life
Shall be to her life like the sun and shade,
Lost in one setting.

ORAN.

                 Ay! thou sayest well—
Thou sayest well. How oft a random shaft
Striketh King Truth betwixt the armour-joints!—
One life, one sun, one setting for us both.

Which way, then, tend your fears? What certain aim
Have all these strokes you level at my ways?

ROGER.

We say that you, against all light received,
Against all laws of prudence and of love,
Practise dark magic on our sister's soul—
That by strange motions, incantations, spells,
So work you on her spirit that strange sleep,
Sombre as Death's dark shadow, presently
Steals o'er her fragile body, dulls her sense,
And wraps her wholly in its chill embrace;
That thus, spell-bound, lost to the living world,
She lies till thou again unwind her chain,
And wak'st her feebly to th

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